The Night Conspires

"Does the Night scare you?"
'Should it?'
Like what seems ages I shudder still in fright of the voices I heard that woke me from what seemed to be a deep slumber, or so I thought.
"Nope, I don't think it should."
'then go back to sleep my friend'

As I patiently await sleep wish was deprived from me by the voices echoing in the night, I gazed upon Sam's eye as he slept like he never did wake.
'Grab him, take his arm, let's drag him down with us...,' said the grumpy old voice 
'look at him, so frail looking lad cuddled up that little corner he calls a bed' the gritty voice echoed 
'...we see you Johnny boy, and we coming to get you'
"No no no, it's all in my head, it's not real, go to sleep now, just close your eyes, and let the voices drown" I tried telling myself

The stars and moon did nothing to help matters, it cast shadows of faces with razor sharp prongs for teeth. The heavy wind blowing and pounding on the window like fist made of metals trying to break the already cracked window.

'who's to say it's not?' asked a cold ghostly voice, 'you hear us don't you?'
'You feel our presence don't you?' he continued not waiting for any reply. For a moment it felt as though it touched me for I was as cold as the voice I heard. 
"No you not, am just gonna shut my eyes, and drift of to sleep...this is all in my head" I tried to sound reassuring. 
They where silent for a while, like they where looking at themselves and glancing back at me wondering if I couldn't see they meant business. Soon I could feel them, they where pulling at me, 'you coming with us' said the ghostly voice 'whether you think it true or not'. I could feel my self drowning and falling for what seems to be eternity, I tried to kick, pull and wiggle free from their grasps as I couldn't breath neither could I find my voice to scream, not until I saw their faces.
They wore my face yet they were devoid any human likeness in them, scared with burns you could see their bones from the patch which were once skin and each of them looking like their voices.
Grumpy, gritty, and ghostly. 
Grumpy had a patch on one eye, their eyes seems to be missing from their sockets or so I thought till they stared at me with bloodshot eyes.
I was screaming now, but I could hear my voice drowning as I fell
Then I woke up panting..
It was still dark, the night still cruel in appearance, I stretched my hands to find Sam on the bed but he wasn't.
Then I heard his voice again
'we not done with you yet boy' ghostly said in that voice that sends cold down your spine.
And out of the shadows of the reflection of the moon in the room, ghostly faced popped out, this time he was laughing as I screamed while gritty and grumpy fingers or were they bones, I couldn't pause to think pulled at me dragging me into the void once more. I held on to the sheets of my bed screaming and begging then to let me go.
 And then I woke up jumping out from the bed like it were the clutches I was trying to break free from.
Sam looking at me, sleep still on his eyes yet wondering if something were pursuing me.
"The night scares me sam" I said my voice trembling "it scares me"
It was morning already.